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 MBMC rated 14 months ago -
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through ni...
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- fiver303 rated 13 months ago
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Groovy!! Thanks FreqWiz for the link!
- FreqWiz rated 13 months ago
- :) I like
- kryptonite rated 14 months ago
- it pisses me off when other people think of this shit first.
taken from JAYA, who's skull, i imagine, looks just like this. maybe a little smaller.
- MBMC rated 14 months ago
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Tonight I Can Write by Pablo Neruda
- Melodramatica rated 14 months ago
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http://lightforce.freestuff.gr/
- Mesraim rated 15 months ago
- This is beyond beautiful. Words cannot explain how awesome this is.
- heyitsmejaya rated 14 months ago
- Classiest skull that isn't mine.
Better than your face! Only because your face isn't covered in glass shards, but if it was, then you would TOTALLY be in contention. So start gluing those glass pieces to your face. Just don't bleed on the carpet. It's difficult to explain to landlord and cops without sounding like a crazy person, isn't it? It probably doesn't help that you foolishly glued glass to your face either.That's what you get when you listen to me.
- chef-dezzie rated 15 months ago
- Oh, wow. This is puuurrrttttyyy schweet. Bet it's like a zillion dollars though. Tisk.
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